"Good Morning," Trinity Church, Mississauga.

"Excuse me!"

"Good morning Trinity Church, may I help you."

"Trinity, Port Credit"

"Pardon me"

"It's Trinity Port Credit, not Trinity Mississauga"

That was the first mistake I made when I came to this parish.

On the face of it, there was nothing wrong with what I had said.   This is Trinity Church and we are in Mississauga.

But, what had offended the person on the other end of the line, I suspect, was that not so much that I called this community by the wrong name, but that I failed to appreciate what it meant to be a member of the community of Port Credit.

And that is because, as I soon discovered after I became a member of this church, that Port Credit in more than just a label we put on the confines of the GO-Train bridge and the Lake and the park and Cawthra Road.   That space, the borders of the community we call Port Credit, are deeply symbolic of the memories, relationships, the hopes and dreams of all who have lived in it.

Port Credit is more than just a place; it is a symbol in our emotional and spiritual consciousness that says something about fellowship and community.

Like the metaphor of "home" Port Credit is a symbol of what it means to love, to be loved, and to be a part of something that's greater than the sum of its parts because its meaning transcends the lives who have lived in it.

For many of us wherever we have lived in the past, wherever we dwell in the present and wherever the future may take us, Port Credit is home, in the deepest sense of that word.

And whether it's Port Credit, Mississauga, or Jerusalem, as in the Gospel of Luke, Book 13 verse 31 to 35, home is the place that we identify with as the place we always long to return to.

Wherever our journeys lead us, the deepest desire of our heart is to return to home.